Please show me this "sportsman"You mention with prideWith his dog to defend himAnd his gun at his sideIf courage is the one thingYour kind do not lackThen why don't you hunt somethingThat can fight you back?

I see only cowardice ridden by guiltAnd your hands won't wash clean of the blood they have spilt.What measure of madness makes you all so illThat your passport to pleaseure's a licence to kill?

So I won't waste my time trying to understand whyFor vanity's victories innocents die'Cus you're all vicious bastards I'm sick of your crapSo I won't bat an eyelid when it's you in the trap.I still can't believe we maintainThis barbarous blood thirsty game.